The Long Journey Beginning

He thought we would have changed ourselves in his years abroad, but we had not.  He had returned to a town that does not change, that does not forget who we once were.  In turn I had forgotten the intent beauty that accompanies a person who has changed their life and is willing to help others change theirs.

I am glad he is back.

He is my brother, my kin, my friend.

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